“That sounds like a case of the MONDAYS!”
Suddenly!
* Waaaaaaahmbulance screeches to a stop! *
Me: Oh, finally! I've gone into Young Angst, my chronic Artist Inferiority Syndrome has flared up, and my Single Loser Disease has spread into my brain!
Paramedic: Dear God! Administer a “Quit whining!”, STAT!
STAT: A-okay!